Monster Harem In The Tower-Chapter 259: OnyFun: Pumpmaxxing
Lilith glanced back over her shoulder, her long black hair lashing in the ocean wind like liquid night. Those eyes burned into him, slow and starving.
"Come here, my sweet boy..." she purred, voice low and velvet-rough, every syllable dripping honey and sin. "Mommy’s been aching for days to feel that perfect cock of hers again... don’t make me beg any longer."
Nathan didn’t speak. A guttural snarl tore from his throat instead, hands trembling with raw need as he ripped his zipper open. The second the button gave way, his jeans and boxers dropped in one desperate shove. He staggered forward, nearly tripping over the tangled fabric at his ankles, cock jutting out thick and angry, already weeping at the tip.
Lilith’s laugh was dark silk. "So eager, darling... Afraid Mommy might vanish?" She licked her lips, slow and deliberate. "Don’t worry, baby. This pussy will stay dripping and open for you forever."
His cock slapped heavy against his stomach the moment it was free, the cold sea air kissing the burning skin. Nathan growled, primal.
Lilith bit down on her plush lower lip, eyes hooded and ravenous, drinking in every inch of him. The black gown had slipped to her elbows and waist, sheer fabric clinging like a lover’s fingers, framing the impossible white of her skin. Moonlight painted her like sin itself: heavy breasts barely contained, stiff nipples straining against the thin cloth, swaying with each shallow, hungry breath.
She crawled forward on all fours, slow, deliberate, then arched her back until her ass was high in the air. The gown rode up, pooling at the small of her back, leaving miles of creamy thigh and the glistening, swollen lips of her cunt completely exposed.
"Take me from behind, baby," she whispered, voice trembling with filthy promise as she rolled her hips in lazy circles, making that perfect ass ripple. "Mommy wants it brutal... wants to feel her precious son lose every last shred of control inside her."
Nathan closed the distance in one stride. One hand clamped down on her hip, fingers sinking deep into soft, pale flesh hard enough to bruise. The other fisted his cock, guiding the slick, throbbing head between her thighs.
The dangling black silk brushed his knuckles, cool against the furnace of their skin, the contrast driving him insane.
Lilith moaned, low and shameless, pushing back until his cockhead kissed her soaked entrance. She looked over her shoulder again, eyes glassy with lust, lips parted.
"Please, baby..." she breathed, voice breaking on the edge of a sob. "Slide that gorgeous cock home. Mommy’s pussy has been empty without you for far, far too long..."
Nathan didn’t speak. He couldn’t. Every breath scraped out of his lungs like smoke, hot, ragged, tasting of salt and fury.
He jerked Lilith’s hips back so violently her knees skidded across the damp grass. His fingers sank into that impossibly soft, milk-white flesh until the skin blanched around his knuckles, then flushed crimson the instant he let go. Her ass was a masterpiece of obscene perfection: two heavy, plump globes, cool to the touch yet burning underneath, trembling with every heartbeat. The black silk of her gown had ridden up and bunched in delicate folds just above the dimples at the base of her spine, framing the pale expanse like a dark halo around forbidden fruit. Moonlight licked across every curve, turning the sweat already beading on her skin into liquid silver.
SMACK!
The first slap landed with a wet, meaty crack that cut through the roar of the waves. Her left cheek bounced hard, the impact rippling outward in slow, hypnotic waves of flesh, skin blooming from porcelain to angry rose in the space of a heartbeat. The air itself seemed to sting with the heat of it.
"Aaahhh~!" Lilith’s cry cracked, half-sob, half-moan, dripping with raw pleasure. Her back bowed deeper, spine curving like a drawn bow, offering herself higher.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He struck again and again, no rhythm, just punishment. Each blow landed with a different sound: sharp, wet, thunderous. Her ass jiggled wildly, pale flesh quivering, the red handprints overlapping until the whole expanse looked scalded. The scent of her arousal rose thick and sweet, mixing with the salt of the sea, clinging to the back of Nathan’s throat like a drug.
"You fucking spoiled bitch," he rasped, voice shredded. He fisted a thick handful of her midnight hair and yanked. Her scalp pulled taut; her throat stretched long and elegant, a single silver strand of saliva finally breaking free and falling to the grass below.
He clamped both hands onto her ass and squeezed until his knuckles went white. The plush mounds overflowed his grip, warm and impossibly soft, yet firm beneath, like ripe fruit ready to burst. Heat radiated off the punished skin; every throb of blood beneath the surface pulsed against his palms.
Lilith’s entire body shuddered. A broken, desperate moan spilled from her lips, thick with tears and hunger.
"Yes... yes... harder, my sweet, vicious boy..." Her voice was pure liquid sin, trembling on the edge of sobs. "Bruise me. Mark me. Burn your handprints into Mommy’s skin so every time I sit for the next thousand years I’ll still feel who owns this greedy, dripping cunt..."
Nathan’s grip on her hair became a leash.
With one brutal yank he forced Lilith’s upper body upward; her palms ripped free of the grass, chest lurching forward, spine forced into a vicious arch. She was still on her knees, but now her back slammed flush against his torso, heavy breasts bouncing violently under the shredded black silk. The new angle lifted her ass even higher, thighs trembling, cunt gaping and dripping straight down onto the dark earth.
Nathan rose with her.
He planted his feet wide, knees locked, hips cocked forward like a beast mounting its mate in the wild. Both of them were upright on their knees now: Nathan towering behind her, thighs thick and corded, Lilith folded forward yet held upright by the fist in her hair and the iron bar of his forearm across her throat.
The scent of her flooded him: dark flowers, cold iron, and the thick musk of a woman in full, desperate heat. He buried his face in the cascading black river of her hair, inhaling until his lungs burned.
"Mom..." he growled against the shell of her ear, voice shredded raw, hips already snapping forward in short, savage thrusts that made wet, obscene sounds echo over the waves.
His cock pistoned into her with animal rhythm: hard, fast, punishing. Each slam drove her forward on her knees, grass scraping skin, only to be dragged back by his grip so he could bury himself to the root again.
"I’m gonna soak this pretty hair of yours," he rasped, teeth grazing her scalp, tongue dragging through the silky strands. "Gonna pump you so full you’ll be dripping my cum from every fucking hole... and when I pull out, I’m painting these black strands white with the rest."
Lilith could only sob out broken, filthy moans, head wrenched back, throat exposed to the night sky. Her body jerked helplessly with every violent thrust, breasts bouncing wildly beneath the tattered gown, nipples dragging against the cold air.
"Yes, yes, " she whimpered, voice cracking. "My son... Mommhhh want it..."
